Phir maine khelte khele uske left boobs per haat fer diya wo kuch nahi boli. Phir maine use boobs per thode der haat rakhe rakha wo phir bhi kuch nahi...boli and khlne ka natak karti rahi. Phir meri himmat badh gai.Aur main uske shirk o thoda upper karek uske pet aur nawal per haat ferne laga. Tho wo hasne lagi and bolne laig ke kya kar rahe ho maine bola ke tum game khle main tumse khle raha hoon. Bol kar main uski shirk e saar batan khol diye and uske boobs ko brs ke upper se jor se masalne. It was one thing to do late at night in the dark, it was another to repeat the action this morning, when her mom and dad could get up at any time. Of course, they would likely never come out back, and the likelihood of them looking out the only two small windows that could see this corner of the yard was slim. Perhaps it was the danger, perhaps it was simply the thought of being so naughty, but she had been sorely tempted already. And then he had asked out loud, mirroring her thoughts.“No, um,. You are a good girl," he said. She was thrilled that he approved of the way she looked. She had always been pretty shy and self-conscious as it was, and now that she was trying so hard to please this man, it made her even more unsure. They drove for awhile until they came to a place called Montrose Beach. Montrose Beach is a little spit of land that sticks out into Lake Michigan. He pulled the car out onto the spit and parked facing the city skyline. He got out of the car, went around to her. I didn’t want to go to Carlisle, nor did David, Maddie’s husband; but even if we’d wanted to, there was only one spare room at their Mum’s so, poor us, we would have to miss out on the trip.David and Maddie’s son, like our two, was at university, so David and I had the house to ourselves after we waved the girls (girls!) off on Saturday morning. The plan was beer, footie on Sky, more beer, probably more beer, and a takeaway curry. Sounded good.I gave David a hand on Saturday morning as he got.